I changed mine – slightly – when I was 75. I’d always been known by my maiden name, through two marriages, because it’s short and obvious and I’d always been a teacher and children could spell it. For some reason, although my husband’s surname was spelt exactly how it sounded, and pronounced exactly how it looked, somehow nobody could get it right. And I’d always loved the name. I went out with him at 16 (we lost one another for 35 years!) and I used to write my first name against his surname in my rough book at school (as y’do), but when we reunited, I never took it.
A year after his death, I decided to add it to my own surname, American style, no hyphen, and was advised to do it by deed poll. The certificates still make me laugh, because I was forswearing my old name (call it Sue Smith) and promising only to be known henceforth as Sue Smith Paradise (or whatever). B*+*%#% that, I thought: Sue Smith would remain my professional name, as I was now a private music teacher and a musical director.
I also more than doubled the length of my signature!